Saturday, December 1, 2012

The Felt Family

"I will cherish all the friendship I was fortunate to find, all the love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind."*

I had this post composed in my head last night. It was a story of laughter and fun, of team commitments, and true friendships.

The Felt Family
There's something extraordinary about this team-- this group of people we refer to as "family". There's a bond that forms when you share emotions; the hope and love for your children, shared excitement and shared tears. Last weekend we cheered in the stands as one, wanting the best for all of our riders. We all know what it feels like when our child doesn't make the main, so we all know what to say, how to help, and when to hug. We're like a small, perfect village. What could ever go wrong?

Like any family, the Felt family has a leader, the bearer of news good and bad. It was too early for Carlos to call this morning. It wasn't right. Part of our family is gone, he said, a good friend, a Dad.

The Felt Dads
The Felt boys had a blast in Tulsa. They are brothers. The older ones look out for the younger ones. They are different, but so much the same.
Pure innocence!

They find themselves now on new ground. They don't understand this loss, but they understand their teammate, their friend, their brother, and his sister are now suffering.

"All these good things will go with me. They will make my spirit glow. And that light will shine forever in the next place that I go."*

Our hearts go out to the Hatems.


*From "The Next Place", by Warren Hanson